Status Update: Buckethead

Buckethead Buckethead

Well, I'm moved. Mostly. Still have some random crap to get out of the old place, but all the important stuff is in the new place, and all the furniture is where it is supposed to be. Lots and lots of unpacking left to do, of course, but the family is settling in in its new digs.

Cool thing about renting #1: it can be much cheaper. I just gave myself a $15000/year raise. Actually, more like a $21 k, because I'll actually keep all this money.

Cool thing about renting #2: other people fix things. This is a real time and aggravation saver.

And, I have about twice as much living space as in my previous mountain fortress, though the neighbors are much closer. Sigh. It about evens out.

The little girls do love the fact that they can now literally run in circles. I don't think they liked being forced to run from one end of the house to other and back.

After the unpacking is finished, I think I might actually start blogging again.

In the meantime, read Aretae, Foseti, Devin, Isegoria, Charleton, and Vox Day. Good stuff, there. I was particularly taken by Charleton's riff on Moldbug, here, and Foseti's review of "The Dark Side of the Left." Congrats, also, to Foseti on producing an heir.  Reactionaries need heirs.

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1

Congrats on the move and welcome back to blogging!

foseti foseti

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Glad to hear that progress has occurred. I'd been wondering, but didn't want to bother you with vacuous questions via email or otherwise.

Patton Patton

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Progress has indeed occurred. Feel free to send vacuous questions - either I have time to answer them or ridicule you, as appropriate; or I don't have time but probably desperately need distraction, in which case I can answer them or ridicule you, as appropriate.

Buckethead Buckethead

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Really, despite all the hassle and stress of moving - and the additional stress of the underlying reasons for the moving - having finally moved is deeply relaxing. Which is a good thing, because my muscles are sore as hell right now.

I fought to stay where I was too long, I think. Part stubbornness, part overweening pride, but the math was obvious back when I became re-employed. How I had lived wasn't nearly as affordable considering how much less I was making with the new yob. I allowed myself to focus on the second part of "technically, we can afford it" rather than the first. Self-delusion, in the end.

I still hope to return to the Olympian heights of income from which I was banished. I have plans, I do, and some of them just might work. But in the meantime, I've squished housing costs to down about a fifth of my income. And I'm no longer a debt serf to cruel and rapacious bankers. That's peace of mind, that is.

And I might even get three grand out of the deal.

Buckethead Buckethead

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